SPOILS OF WAR

I advance in a belligerent tone.
Glad tidings to the listening folks.
Participatory lots I shall ignore.
These are my spoils of war.

Electronic chips and resolute thumbs.
Timber papers and diagrammatic gnomes.
Look who has thought you a chump.
Where are my spoils of war.

Dead will and fleeing correspondents.
The forbearers imagined us coherent.
As we count our straws in store.
I steal from the spoils of war.

"Say no more" whispered the town crier.
None shall sabotage the visions of the tyrants.
You made your bed whilst you laid on.
I shall conquer the spoils of war


                             Written and edited by
                             Oyewole Abidemi.
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